Small Town II
Eddie Canyon
GENRE
[Verse 1: Eddie Canyon]
(Yee!)
Boy I was raised in a small town
Nothin' to do but drive around
Go to church and eat Mexican food
It's a slow life, how does that sound?
Hope you like hangin' out on that porch or in that deer stand (hey look, there's a buck!)
It's a dry county so I gotta drive 30 minutes to get a beer can, man (hey, you want me to get you somethin'?)
I ain't sayin' I'm a bad boy; I just wanna skate through the city
'Round here they mean (skrrt) pickin' a banjo when they mention a 'Diddy'
Daddy gone puff a little, 2 cups a little
Drinking Hennessy I threw up a little (hero shot!)
It's a small town, I don't hunt but I get buck a little (chck-chck POW!)
How you gonna be in the club, when you ain't got a club? (huh?)
All it is is college football (thе Hogs suck), deer, fishing, and Bible stuff
I mean darn
Can we gеt a little culture? Can we get a little color 'round here? (color!)
Am I too sharp for my own good, or is it too dull around here? (huh?)
Man, I'm finna lose my mind
I'm a wolf, I ain't tryna be no lil Bo Peep
Yeah, I know I was raised different Momma, but I'm bored now, I'm gunna smoke weed (*coughs* that's loud)
Turn up a notch, and then "whoop" pop some Mitosin
I'm trippy mane (trippy, trippy), my eyes are low but my eyes are open
[Bridge: Narrator]
And here our hero finds himself
In a world of ordinary
In a world of mediocrity
A world of safety
[Verse 2: Eddie Canyon]
Knowin' my backstory context
Probably coulda been raised in them projects
Daddy was a rough rider
Momma when I looked at her note I seen something wish I ain't saw that
Three years old it's a closed adoption
That vs. abortion, a noble option
Gave ya boi up to be raised by strangers
Save me from your life, I don't blame you
I coulda been sniffin' or whippin' blow
Baking soda, water, yeah you know how it go
I coulda been up in these streets for real
Living deal to deal, kilo to kilo
Ride with the choppa got the heat on lock
Hit like a subwoofer beat on blocks
All the females see me they flock
Bad man, bad Leroy Brown, King Kong
I coulda been a bad man, but God he interviened
Still somehow I found myself sippin' Promethazine
Still somehow I found myself smokin' Marry J
The universal wave function feedback every day
Ooh, ah, look at me now, yeah you find that which you seek
Probably burn a blunt for every branch up on my tree
Thankfully, Jesus image chanin' me
He can heal you too, bruh we sick with the same disease
(Yee!)
Boy I was raised in a small town
Nothin' to do but drive around
Go to church and eat Mexican food
It's a slow life, how does that sound?
Hope you like hangin' out on that porch or in that deer stand (hey look, there's a buck!)
It's a dry county so I gotta drive 30 minutes to get a beer can, man (hey, you want me to get you somethin'?)
I ain't sayin' I'm a bad boy; I just wanna skate through the city
'Round here they mean (skrrt) pickin' a banjo when they mention a 'Diddy'
Daddy gone puff a little, 2 cups a little
Drinking Hennessy I threw up a little (hero shot!)
It's a small town, I don't hunt but I get buck a little (chck-chck POW!)
How you gonna be in the club, when you ain't got a club? (huh?)
All it is is college football (thе Hogs suck), deer, fishing, and Bible stuff
I mean darn
Can we gеt a little culture? Can we get a little color 'round here? (color!)
Am I too sharp for my own good, or is it too dull around here? (huh?)
Man, I'm finna lose my mind
I'm a wolf, I ain't tryna be no lil Bo Peep
Yeah, I know I was raised different Momma, but I'm bored now, I'm gunna smoke weed (*coughs* that's loud)
Turn up a notch, and then "whoop" pop some Mitosin
I'm trippy mane (trippy, trippy), my eyes are low but my eyes are open
[Bridge: Narrator]
And here our hero finds himself
In a world of ordinary
In a world of mediocrity
A world of safety
[Verse 2: Eddie Canyon]
Knowin' my backstory context
Probably coulda been raised in them projects
Daddy was a rough rider
Momma when I looked at her note I seen something wish I ain't saw that
Three years old it's a closed adoption
That vs. abortion, a noble option
Gave ya boi up to be raised by strangers
Save me from your life, I don't blame you
I coulda been sniffin' or whippin' blow
Baking soda, water, yeah you know how it go
I coulda been up in these streets for real
Living deal to deal, kilo to kilo
Ride with the choppa got the heat on lock
Hit like a subwoofer beat on blocks
All the females see me they flock
Bad man, bad Leroy Brown, King Kong
I coulda been a bad man, but God he interviened
Still somehow I found myself sippin' Promethazine
Still somehow I found myself smokin' Marry J
The universal wave function feedback every day
Ooh, ah, look at me now, yeah you find that which you seek
Probably burn a blunt for every branch up on my tree
Thankfully, Jesus image chanin' me
He can heal you too, bruh we sick with the same disease
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